Posted May 14, 2010 at 12:00 am
Alright ladies, here's a confession. You may think you're throwing obvious signals that you want a man to ask you out, but the truth is that we're not so good at reading those signals. Oh sure, we can connect a bajillion different game systems and cable boxes together for the ultimate multimedia experience from the comfort of your couch. But signals? Sorry. Even if there was a handbook, even if you wore a gigantic blinking Las Vegas sign saying "ASK ME OUT ON A DATE YOU CLUELESS FUCKING MORON! YES! YOU! THE SHIT HEAD SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!", we'd still fuck it up somehow.
PANEL 1
JULIE: Hey, Bodie. Lookin' good. What's the occasion?
PANEL 2
BODIE: Huh? Oh, the suit. New dress code. Even Kane's got a suit.
JULIE: Ha! Haven't seen him in one of those since high school.
PANEL 3
JULIE: Speaking of, where is your shorter, louder half?
BODIE: Couldn't make it.
PANEL 4
BODIE: So... it's just me... and... y...
PANEL 1
JULIE: Hey, Bodie. Lookin' good. What's the occasion?
PANEL 2
BODIE: Huh? Oh, the suit. New dress code. Even Kane's got a suit.
JULIE: Ha! Haven't seen him in one of those since high school.
PANEL 3
JULIE: Speaking of, where is your shorter, louder half?
BODIE: Couldn't make it.
PANEL 4
BODIE: So... it's just me... and... y...